Time To Cross Over

I remind myself again and again

This is the last leg of the journey 

Decide what you have to pack or unpack

Bitterness ? Sadness ? Emptyness ? Loneliness?

Or 

Those rare moments of clarity ? Untinted joy ? 

Unabashed realisations? 

Serendipitous revelations ? 

That life is/was worth living 

(Though not always 

Yet...)

Bounties abound 

The shelter of the sky

The fragrance of the untimely blooms

The lushness of the cluster of leaves

The chiffon breeze

The whispering branches of the trees

My breath mingling

With my dreams

They say there is a sacred space inbetween 

Where you grow abundantly 

Have I done that ?

There is still time

Still a chain of breath alive 

To pour out the poison within

Fill up the lungs with blessings

Cleanse the soul

Before  moving  on

To that white space of dreamy existence 

Let past be past 

And unbox what I have kept hidden

A very long time

Cherished rather

The darkness  imagined as light

Which propelled me to zones of grief

Starkness of thoughts 

Madness of impulses

The cursed gifts of life

Were they really ?

Or 

Did I presume them to be ?

Aha! It's not the hour to

Seek what I lost myself in

It's rather time to prepare

For the cross over destined

Lures across the threshold 

The only quest that lurks

Shouldn't I travel light ?

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